Literature
Ashes of the Resets
Was it the nice, calming atmosphere or the warm, welcoming light that made him keep coming here day after day? He really couldn't guess, but didn't really care about that anyways. Whatever it was, it was strong enough to make him stop by again and again, prying him away from work and consuming most of his spare time. He'd sit on the same, heightened stool every day, listen to the same familiar voices every day and try to make a pun or two as soon as the noises around him faded, as his voice was always muffled and tired and no one would be able to hear his humorous side otherwise.
He crossed his arms and looked to the white, fluffy Royal Guar